Page 51 of Alpha's Fated Desire

I had never worn this one, and it seemed a little out there, but I was willing to be a little daring tonight.

It was a bright red one-piece lace bodysuit. The tummy and nipple area were cut out into diamond shapes.

The alphas were expecting me downstairs for dessert, and I ran up to quickly change before joining them.

I still had not told them about what I had found out today earlier at the clinic. I was waiting for the perfect moment, and now the moment was here.

I gave myself one last glance in the mirror before heading downstairs to the dining room. I could hear a rumbling conversation going on as they waited for me to appear.

I took a deep breath in before strutting into the room with all of the confidence that I could muster. I hopped onto the dining room table and leaned back on my elbows, allowing my body to lay out like a feast.

The conversation died instantly as soon as I sashayed into the room.

I dared to peek around and saw the alphas gaping at me, open-mouthed and dumbstruck at my wardrobe choice.

“I have news,” I said primly, crossing my legs. I knew a flash of my pussy was peeking out from the crotchless panties.

“Yes?” Roman strangled out, his eyes glued to my lower regions.

All three alphas were out of their chairs and were prowling their way to me. Various clothing items were discarded in their wake.

“I’m pregnant,” I said simply, a huge smile on my face.

Everyone froze in their movements.

Chase was the first to recover, pumping his fist in the air and howling like a madman.

“Hell, yeah!”

Stone pounded the table in happiness, grinning from ear to ear.

Roman swooped me up into his arms, kissing me deeply. He placed his forehead on mine and looked into my eyes.

“I love you with all of my heart, Gabriella,” he said while placing a hand on my belly. “And I will love our child with everything that I have,” he continued, tears in his eyes.

“We’re gonna be fathers,” he roared out to the pack in happiness.

“This call for a celebration,” exclaimed Chase. “Set her on the table for dessert!”

There was a flurry of rapid movements as the pack cleared away the fruity dessert and set it to the side.

The table was clear enough that I could lay in the center of it with my pack surrounding me.

They paused for a moment, staring at me with awe. I squirmed under their gaze, my nipples pebbling obviously in the uncovered lingerie.

Roman grabbed a can of whipped cream intended for our dessert and shook it hard.

“Oh, are we eating now?” I said, struggling to sit up.

He shook his head mischievously and laid me back down.

“Weare, darling,” he said with a smirk, gesturing to himself and his pack.

He squirted the cold whipped cream directly onto my nipple, and I gasped at the contact.

Immediately, his warm mouth covered it and suctioned away the sweet cream, slurping away the cold. With his mouth still on my nipple, he blindly reached over and squirted some more cream on my other one.

Chase dove in and attached his mouth on my other side, and I moaned at the decadence of it all.

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